What seems like an age ago Mum and Dad and I talked about what happened when people die. Dad said he would try to contact me from wherever he had gone during a thunderstorm because he so loved them. In January 2013 on the third anniversary of his and Mum's death what happened? We had a short sharp thunderstorm at breakfast time! Thunderstorms in January don't happen often so it was really spooky that one should happen on such a special day. As soon as I heard the thunder I just knew that Dad had kept his word and was letting me know that he will be watching over me until the time comes for me to join him and Mum again. The tears just poured out of me but not sad tears, happy tears because I knew that the two of them were with me in the kitchen.
The rest of the day was a bit of an anti-climax after that. I was really busy with my university course that day so I didn't have much time for thinking about what might have been and I suspect that my Mum and Dad would have preferred it that way. Dad's brother and Mum's sister phoned me in the evening so I was able to tell them what had happened and they both became quite emotional.
Mum had always said that she would come to me as a white feather and that it exactly what she did when I had a very difficult decision to make.